I swear I just walked
right in with my heart
and begged "here have
this, have this, have this"
and I don't think you were
ready. I'm so sorry I put
my problems in your
care, but thank you for
taking them anyway and
tucking them neatly into
the pocket on the front of
your shirt (where I think
you intend to keep them).
You are the loveliest
person I've ever been
(and ever will be)
allowed to call my own.